Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhen Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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